#this was written in like 20 minutes 🥸

[theanimeroom]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

💎 jailbird!kazutora who never learned how to eat you out.

“fuck, just like that tora,”

your silky, sweet voice left the two-tone haired man moaning into your cunt, lips wrapped firmly around your clit. your hips twitched at the sensation, grinding down onto his face with purpose. his lips loosened their grip on your sensitive bud, parting them in favor of abusing it with his tongue instead, flicking until his head was trapped between the pillowy surface of your thighs. a broken whine rumbled it’s way from your chest, fingers lacing through his black and blonde strands.

fuck, he was so good at this. for him to have been a beginner, he picked up on everything quite quickly. he was silent and attentive as you guided his hands, running them over every last spot that made you tick. by the time you’d let him go, he’d memorized every erogenous zone on you. your pussy was gushing with slick the moment his fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs, dragging you towards him near the edge of the bed. you’d only briefly mentioned that the inside of your thighs were sensitive in passing, not expecting him to remember every last detail.

but alas, he loved you, so what else was he supposed to do?

when the tip of his tongue brushed against your sensitive clit for the first time, kazutora swore that he could have come on the spot. you let out the sweetest moan, back arching as you tried to roll your hips up for more. your eyebrows were threaded together, the simple action already leaving you with little air in your lungs. you tasted like heaven when kazutora took your cunt into his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his hands found their way under your legs. his fingers hooked into the dip between your labia and thighs, forcing your hips down onto his tongue.

you were like an addiction, the moment he got a taste of you he was obsessed, refusing to come back up for air until you were a writhing mess for him. your pleas for him to slow down only sent him into overdrive, your eyes nearly crossing as he forced the band in your lower belly to snap with one final roll of his tongue over your clit. when your eyes accidentally lock while you’re pushing the blonde strands of hair out of his face, he gives you a drunken smile, lower half of his face drenched in your arousal. he could care less though, as your sweet cunt was definitely his new favorite meal <3.

[goosewithtwoos]

TRUTH OR DARE

pairing: Bob x Reader

summary: sexcy truth or dare cause why the hell not // written in like 20 minutes and posted without proofreading🥸

“Okay, okay, you’re turn.”

You and Bob had been sat on your bed for the past half hour, playing truth or dare, and slowly getting close enough for your knees to touch.

“Hm…okay, truth or dare?” Bob asked, taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Let’s go with truth.” You replied.

The game had gone from innocent questions to progressively more dirty as time went on.

Bob had been forced to answer when the last time had kissed someone was - two years ago unless you counted a drunken game of spin the bottle, in which case it was three months - and you had been dared to call Hangman and ask to borrow his lube.

“When was the last time you brought someone to bed?”

You laughed at the question. Of course Bob wouldn’t want to ask it crudely so you mentally translated. ‘When was the last time you fucked?’

“I think probably sometime in the last year. It wasn’t anything to write home about though so I’ve honestly forgotten.”

Something flashed across his face but before you could figure it out, it was gone and he was back to his normal self.

“Okay, my turn,” You knew you needed something good. Something juicy. Something that was going to really make this night fun.

You took a while to think about it, going over a few different options in your mind before deciding on one.

“When did you cum last?”

Bob almost spit out his water when you asked.

He quickly composed himself, setting the water aside as to not spill it again, before sitting up a little straighter.

“Um…I uh…I can’t really remember.”

Your jaw dropped. His face turned a bright red at the admission. You both sat in silence as your mind was turning.

“Why - why can’t you remember?”

Bob turned an even brighter red than was possible. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. After a few moments, he finally spoke.

“I can’t.”

You sat back, looking around the room and trying to act casual. “It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I’ll pick a different question.”

“No, no, I meant like, I just can’t…finish…when I’m here.”

The got your attention faster than when Maverick dumped the textbook in the trash. Your head whipped up to meet his eyes, finding that he was covering his face.

“Wait, you mean…you haven’t gotten off since you got here?” You were incredulous. You had to get off at least once a week here to blow off some steam. Everything made you tense, you needed a way to release it.

Bob shook his head. He finally uncovered his face and it looked like his eyes were glassy. “I just can’t. It’s like I try, I start, I think of hot girls and yet I just can’t.”

You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. Hot girls. Bless him.

“It hurts.”

Your brain short circuited. You thought you were dreaming, maybe hearing things, but you would swear you heard a bit of a whine in his voice when he spoke.

“I dare you to get off right now.” The words were out your mouth before you really thought about the gravity of them.

Bob squeaked, sucking in a sharp breath.

“It’s…not your turn.” He was still bright red, shifting uncomfortably, trying to not look like he wasn’t completely freaking out.

“Fine, okay I pick truth. What’s my favorite color? Good question. Blue. Now I dare you to show me how you get off.”

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know why, but you had never wanted anything more in your life than you wanted this. Not getting into the Academy, not when your celebrity crush was coming to town. All that mattered right now was him.

His big, blue eyes were watching you, waiting for you to say you were just joking and begin making fun of him.

“Please.” You whispered, desperate for him to show you.

You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Maybe it was lingering effects from the beers or maybe it was the fact that he whined when he talked about it but you needed to see him get off.

His hand slowly went down to his joggers, shifting them around so he could get a better angle. You saw his black boxers peaking up and you leaned closer subconsciously.

At a snails pace, like he was trying to tease you, he pulled down his joggers just enough that you could see the outline of him through the fabric of his briefs. It was growing rapidly, almost half hard before he even touched it.

“Are you sure?” He asked, gaze shifting between you and his cock.

“Come on,” you stopped yourself from calling him baby and settled on “Bobby. Show me what you can do.”

He moved the band down, slowly, slowly, and you were sure he was trying to make you combust. Finally, his boxers were pulled down enough to let his cock spring out and your mouth went dry.

God, he was so pretty, every part of him. You couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“You’re staring.” He muttered.

“Your gorgeous.” Came your easy reply.

He tentatively brought his hand up, wrapping his long fingers around himself. He wasn’t exceptionally girthy but he made up for it in length.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, drawing gasps from the both of you. He was so reactive to touch, you noticed the way his shoulders had hunched inwards and were already beginning to shake. He continued his slow pace, squeezing as he got closer to the head.

You couldn’t help but study the way he got himself off. His eyes were closed like he was trying to pretend you weren’t there and his bottom lip had been sucked in with his teeth. His back was against the wall, allowing his other hand to come up to his chest. Through his shirt, he was running his hand up and down his chest, paying extra attention to his pectorals.

God, you wanted to touch him.

He let out a whimper as precum began to bubble from the slit. With the added lubricant, he was able to move his hand faster. This ended up drawing more moans from him and caused for your mind to completely stop working.

“Just like that,” you muttered your praise to him. “Keep going.”

He cried out again, hunching forwards as his body began shaking even more. “Please, please, please, it hurts.”

You couldn’t tell if he was actually asking you to do something or if he were just too lost in his delirium so you opted for gently pushing him back against the wall by his shoulder and placing your hand over his.

His movements stopped instantly and those big, glassy eyes looked up at you again.

“Do you want help?” You needed consent before you dared to touch him further.

He nodded. “I can’t do it.”

You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before pulling his hands away and replacing them with your own.

Your left hand traveled up and down his chest, massaging his chest like you had seen him do earlier. Your right hand was on his cock, which fit perfectly in your hand, slowly stroking.

“It’s okay, you can let go, I got you.”

Bob was babbling out your name mixed with other incoherent phrases as you speed up.

You used your thumb to press over the slit and he openly sobbed. His hands were covering his face to muffle the sounds but you were sure your neighbors could hear you taking him apart piece by piece.

You firmly grasped at his chest at the same time you flicked your wrist perfectly and it was finally enough to send Bob over the edge.

“Good boy, good boy.” You whispered as you continued to stroke him through his orgasm.

You knew he was going to come quick and a lot but you were surprised by how much. Your hand was covered along with his joggers.

He continued to cry through his high, coming down as you pulled your hand away.

Looking around for your tissues, you found the box was empty. Without second thought, you began licking him off your hand, relishing in the taste.

You looked up, accidentally making eye contact with Bob who had been watching you the whole time. He hiccuped another cry when he watched your tongue clean up the mess, wishing you would do the same to him.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, suddenly extremely bashful. “I couldn’t find the tissues and I didn’t want to wipe it on my sheets.”

Bob shook his head. “It was hot.”

You smirked as an idea popped into your head. “Oh yeah? Do you want a taste?”

He nodded, slowly opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. You gently placed two of your fingers in his mouth, watching intensely as he closed his lips around them and began sucking.

Good God, he was going to be the death of you.

“How long have we been here for?” You ask despite his mouth still being occupied. “Three months now? That’s twelve weeks. I think we need to make up for some lost time.”

His eyes closed as he used his tongue to spit open your fingers and lick between them. It was lewd and the implications sent a shiver of excitement through you.

“Eleven more to go.”